Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2024 11:30:05 +0000 (UTC) From: "quantum638@aol.com" Subject: Califorin My name is Willie, and I need to tell you about the summer I turned 13. It was a dream. Every boy's dream. My childhood before that was, well, a bit boring. I was an only child, raised by a single mother. My mom had a good job as a restaurant manager, and she worked evenings a lot. She was always working or dating somebody, often leaving me home alone. But in the summer of 1972, my loneliness left me. That summer, my mom told me that she needed to work some things out with her boyfriend, and so she arranged for me to go on a road trip with her friend's younger sister, Becky. She told me that Becky was going on this road trip with 4 other people: Becky's twin cousins, Debbie and Susan, who had just graduated from high school, and their boyfriends, Michael and James, who were both in college. One of the boys had a motorhome (actually his dad's), and they all planned to go to California to see The Rolling Stones and go surfing. What could I say? I was 13. It sounded better than sitting at home alone. My alarm went off early on the morning that mom was going to drop me off at Becky's house. Mom had packed a duffel bag of clothing and things, including my wallet with several hundred dollars in it, which was a lot in those days. We got in the car and started heading for Becky's house, where I'd get into the motorhome with these total strangers, and head for CA. I was nervous being so much younger than the others. Becky was only a couple of years older than me, but the rest of them were several years older. I wondered if, since I was younger, I would be left alone a lot, just like I was left alone at home, but it didn't turn out that way at all. The first day of driving was spent talking, joking, laughing, and playing cards. I was a little quiet, being so much younger and insecure, but everyone seemed to like me. They didn't give me any trouble for being young. Michael did talk to me briefly about it. He told me that I might see and hear some things that I shouldn't see or hear at my age, and that if I did I should keep quiet about those things. I had no idea what he was talking about at the time. One evening, just after the sun had gone down, I went to the back of the RV to lay down on the big bed that was back there. I felt like taking a nap, or maybe just going to bed early. Becky and Debbie were back there sitting on the bed, talking. I wasn't sure I could take a nap, with them right next to me chatting away, but I climbed into the bed and laid down. I don't know what state we were in, but it was still hot out. We had windows open, and I so didn't get under any blankets. I just laid on top of the bed wearing only my shorts. The girls were sitting down by my feet, chatting away. Just as I was starting to nod off, I heard Becky ask me a question. "Willie," she said, "Do you want a foot massage? I love giving foot massages." "Sure," I replied. "Try not to tickle me, though. I am really ticklish." Her foot massage did tickle a bit, but I tried not to jerk away. I appreciated the touch. After a while, Debbie joined her, helping with the massage. In the beginning, they were each massaging one foot, but it didn't take long before they moved the massage up my legs. A few minutes later, they moved up again, softly stroking my chest, stomach and legs. As they touched me, they talked about my smooth skin and slim body. It was definitely a turn-on to hear that they liked my body. This was an incredible and perfect situation, except for one problem. I felt myself getting an erection. I was embarrassed by this, and I didn't know what to do about it. Finally, feeling quite embarrassed, I pulled the pillow out from under my head, and put the pillow over my face. That felt better, somehow. With my face covered, I couldn't see who was touching me where. I think the girls realized this as well. Then one of the girls grabbed my erected penis, through my shorts, and moved it back and forth with her fingers, and said, "What do we have going on here? Do you have a carrot in your shorts?" Both girls laughed. I laid motionless. I think my motionless response caused them to go a bit further, grabbing my penis again, and shaking it around and laughing. I didn't move. Finally, Debbie lifted the pillow up off my face. "Look at that smile!" She said to Becky. "I haven't seen him smile like that ever." I wasn't aware of it before she pointed it out, but I did have a big smile on my face. Embarrassed again, I pulled the pillow back over my face. "Ok, if that's how you want it," Debbie said. They continued to run their fingers all over my body, including up under my shorts. They also played with my nipples and occasionally ran their fingers across the soles of my bare feet, which ticked, but I tried to stay still. Then, I felt my my penis being tickled through my shorts. I was in ecstasy. "When my boyfriend Michael has an erection and he's got his shorts on, he hates it." Debbie said to Becky. I'll bet this is pretty uncomfortable for Willie, too." "I suppose it feels pretty tight when it's like that," Becky replied. "Would it help if I take these shorts off of you, Willie?" Debbie asked. I did not know how to respond. Again I lay there motionless. Again, the pillow was lifted from my face. I closed my eyes. "Ha ha haaa!!" They both laughed. "Look at that smile! We know he likes it! Can we pull those shorts off?" I nodded and pulled the pillow back down over my face. Quickly, my shorts were pulled completely off. I felt the breeze from the window blow across my naked body. Then I felt their four hands, touching me everywhere. Finally, I felt their soft stroking of my erect penis. "So, cute! So incredibly cute!" Debbie said, stroking me. "Look at this perfect little thing! What a beauty," she said, stroking me. "He's perfect from head to toe," Becky chimed in. My body responded to their comments and tender touch. I started breathing heavily and squirming around. My stomach muscles tightened on every stroke. A few minutes later, I felt an orgasm coming. I grabbed the blanket with my right hand, and I reached over and grabbed Becky's hand with my left hand. I felt like I needed to hold on to something or someone. This was going to be one intense orgasm. "So sweet!" Becky said, " He's holding my hand! What's that?" "Baby oil." Debbie squirted some on me. She was now stroking me with both hands. It was intense. Then it happened. My body started to bounce on the bed uncontrollably, and I exploded. Cum sprayed everywhere. As I was squirting out stream after stream, I heard myself yelping for some reason. It was weird. I think I sounded like a little dog barking. Surprisingly, Debbie didn't let up. I let go of Becky's hands, and my arms were flailing around all over the place. I started yelling at Debbie. I had to grab her arm to make her stop. Looking back, that was way too much for me to handle at that age. I don't know what happened to the pillow, but it was gone. Debbie was laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. Becky was screaming and pointing at Debbie's face; there was cum dripping down her cheek. The whole thing was hysterical to them. "What the Sam Hell is going on back here??" I heard James say as he appeared standing next to the bed. "What's all the laughing about? What? Willie is naked?" As I laid there, catching my breath, Becky responded by looking at James innocently, with pouting lips. It was hilarious. She raised her eyebrows and ran her fingers through the gooey cum on my stomach. Debbie laughed at the spectacle. "Willie made a big mess back here. Can you get some Kleenex, pretty please?" Becky said. Both girls busted out laughing. James stared at the cum on my stomach with his jaw dropped. "I can't believe you guys did that to him!" He said. The girls laughed again. Then James looked me in the face, all serious."Well, how was it?" "Good," I said, smiling. They all laughed. "Good? Ha ha ha... I'll get some Kleenex," James said, and left. "So, you say it was good," Debbie said. "Is that all you have to say?" "Ummm, can we do it again?" I asked, smiling. They laughed again. "Yes we can, Willie," Debbie answered. "That was a blast. You put on quite a show. Susan needs to see this. Not now, though. Tomorrow. I think right now this little thing is empty." She jiggled my balls with her fingers. Becky reached over and laid her hand on my forehead, and then ran her fingers back through my hair. "You're empty, and it's your bedtime," Becky added. The girls each took a handful of Kleenex from James and started wiping me off. "I'm straight and all, but this kid is sexy," James said as he was helping the girls wipe me off. "It is bedtime for you, Willie. You need your rest, Willie, and you need to rest your willie, Willie." Everyone laughed again. Then, Becky pulled a blanket over me, kissed me on the cheek, and they all left. I scooted over to the corner, because I knew that one or two people would be climbing into bed with me later. "There is a God after all," I said to myself. That night I slept like a baby. Well, I did get up one time and walked to the bathroom, totally nude (I couldn't find my shorts), but after that I slept like a baby, except that babies wear diapers, and I was naked as a jaybird. To be continued... By Kurt Brown